Link Deity Novels & Stories

"There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats when all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swirling about. It began devouring the vurhans' souls, or whatever it was that was holding them alive." Alicia didn't even notice she'd let go of her sword; all she could think about was deciphering Slejj's face to see if he was telling the trut

His short tousle brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, sexy lips that begs to be kissed, and he don’t seem much shorter than the other guy. “Hey Angel, you’re finally back.” “Yeah, sorry about that but I was stopped a couple of times.” “Hi Angel, my name is Legion and the guy other there is Leviathan, but I know he’ll let you call him Levi. Alright Angel, while Tequila will be keeping me some company, and so that’ll mean you get Levi all to yourself.”

Death and Destruction shall prevail, with humanity's sacrifice if it were not for humanity to turn the tide. “This one is similar,” I gesture to another scripture, “Un faux dieu fera tomber les royaumes, éradiquant ceux qui s'opposent à une règle. Une arme doit être créée pour détruire ou sauver. Car la destruction de tout sera une renaissance de la mort, de l'assujettissement et de l'avidité. Bien que l'humanité tombe, le sacrifice de l'humanité inversera la tendance. Pour un seul, peut être l'un et l'autre, l'autre à l'exception des Gémeaux et des parents qui mettront le pendule sur sa trajectoire.” A false god shall make kingdoms fall, eradicating those who oppose one rule. A weapon shall

What I meant is, my mum and I live together in the servant quarters of the Smith family. And if you are guessing, then yes, my mum and I work as maids in the Smith mansion. Two years ago that wasn't the story. My dad was a flight lieutenant in the Ghana Air Force, a very prestigious one, with a lot of decorations. He went for peacekeeping and never returned. He was then pronounced dead after a year of searching and that was when everything went downhill.

He answered his own question. "The deity didn't let me, Lyra. Your mother didn't let me." He added that caught my attention. M-mommy? What does he meant by that? I heard right, right? "What did you just say?" I asked, making sure I heard right. "Maybe I'm not in the right position to tell this to you but yes. You heard right. Your mother was the deity. At the very start, she was the deity. The deity who heard all of your wishes, the deity who sent me here, the deity who begged for me to protect you, the deity who made me his king, the deity who stopped me from coming back to you. She is your mother."

The deity appeared different from any that Adrian had met before—it had long, curly brown hair, a prominent nose, blue eyes, and a broad beard framing its face, and it bore no resemblance to the people from the central lands. The deity wore a white linen robe as he stood quietly behind the group. As soon as the deity's phantom appeared, Adrian felt a profound sense of guilt and fear rising from his heart. It was as if he were an unforgivable sinner, completely vulnerable to the deity's judgment. At that moment, he felt utterly helpless.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

She stood behind them, holding her hand on the dagger. Left alone, Deja threw off her cloak, looking at the statue. Slowly she knelt down so that her hooded face was higher than her head. "Goddess," Deya said softly. She fell silent. She had no idea if the alien deity would hear her. Few of the Anmar worshiped the moon goddess. Though she had a temple in Taaldor, almost no one visited it. Deya has never been there, and even more so she never prayed to this goddess. But she was the patroness of werewolves, and they took her seriously.

The Omniscient Deity nodded and said, “I heard about the events that transpired on Mount Bane. You managed to defeat Juniper Waseem who’s at the Supernatural level. You are definitely qualified to enter the Chamber of Scriptures.” “However…” The Omniscient Deity’s expression turned grim as he said, “The Chamber of Scriptures is of great significance to Earth. You must never leak information. Otherwise, disaster will befall humanity.” “We won’t.” James and Thea gave their assurances. “Let’s get going, then.” The Omniscient Deity turned to leave, while James and Thea followed close behind. Then, they left the Southern Plains. Along the way to the Chamber of Scriptures, the Omniscient Deity bri

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”